RK900 x Gavin Reed (Oneshot Requests)

Disease (Prompt from castielspider3)

castielSpider3  Recommended this prompt. Months ago. I've been inactive and avoiding Wattpad since I haven't been in the mood to write. I also lost interest in Venom, but I if I try enough I can find more ideas for chapters. Thank you for being here. It's a bit easier for me to use hanahaki disease as the disease you were talking about if that's okay. ALSO, I HATE THIS AND I HATE MYSELF. HAVE A NICE DAY ;))))
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Gavin coughed out a petal again. This wasn't normal. It wasn't just a cold he used as an excuse to miss a day of work anymore, it was a full-on disease. He couldn't go through a mediocre breakfast at 10 AM without throwing up. Of course there had to be flowers. This 'disease', it's supposedly pretty.

"It's a meaningfully beautiful disease in some ways," Gavin's doctor says.

His doctor's an optimist. It didn't tear away from the glaring fact that Gavin Reed was expected to die in about 3 (probably painful) weeks. Hanahaki disease was some disease that swept cities like Detroit every once and a while, taking hopeless romantic victims. It's like something out of a bad teenage movie. But it was real and true. If he keeps coughing up and hurling those flowers, he'll die. All because his stupid ass couldn't muster up the courage to actually tell a tin can that he has feelings for him. Look at him, calling an Android something other than an "it". Gavin's pride was hurt. He doubts it even exists at this point. 

Three weeks later, Gavin Reed still walks into the precinct, his harsh façade up for all to see. It didn't mean anything to him anymore. It doesn't mean anything to anybody else anymore. The world is just a dull, colorless blur. Except for his partner. He's infuriatingly colorful in every way, even though he generally is an emotionless, cold, and analytical chunk of metal. Why does he even like that? Oh well. It doesn't matter. If the rest of the world grays, then so will Ethan along with it.

Ethan.

Gavin has taken a liking to that name. And so has the android, apparently. It all started one day when Ethan scanned his desk.

"I didn't know that you have a cat, Detective Reed. What is its name?"

"Why's that any of your business?"

The android shot him 'the look'.

"Fine. He was my childhood pet, he ran away when I was 15, and his name was E.T. in the shelter, but it's kind of a shitty name so I changed it to Ethan."

If an android's eyes could light up with interest, this was what it would look like.

"You chose a good name, detective. I quite enjoy it."

"Thanks, tin can."